Yoanna was just about to go out the next day when she went to Olga's apartment to ask if she was in a good mood.
"Remilia!? What happened to Stannis?"
"I've come to ask you how you're feeling... Auntie, are you going somewhere?
"We're going to a Malaya Bayesian sanatorium," Joanna told me, confused because she didn't envisage going out on the sidelines.
The same dark blue eyes on my aunt, Henrik, are gently shaking.
"Then can I stay? Because I missed you, Auntie."
"Yeah, thanks"
Near the National Church headquarters, it was more like an institution where all the unaccompanied children gathered than a poverty home.
There is something uncomfortable about orphanages......
I knew immediately why I felt uncomfortable.
There are so many beautiful kids. Malaya-sama's direct reports would have a good nutritional status, but that's not what I'm talking about.
The noticeable nose is clearly in order.
Moreover, the number of children is not large, and it is a small orphanage of about 10.
I wonder what Malaya Bayesia is protecting her children for.
Among the children, among other things, my siblings, who had just recently come in, were so beautiful that I became increasingly confused.
My brother with beautiful golden tea hair and my sister with green eyes on black hair made us roll away and didn't seem very welcome.... I wonder if you're not used to strangers yet.
I can also interrupt an orphanage in my territory.
I'm not uncomfortable there because I'm with what I do... I don't know... it's too quiet for the kids' facility.
Get in touch with the kids, play......
One paragraph, good luck, and Yoanna labored us frankly.
Stannis shot my aunt with awakened eyes, not putting her hands on the cup.
"You're gathering a lot of hobbyist kids, Dear Yoanna"
"Stannis?"
Stannis' thin tea eyes narrowed. The voice is harsh against the tone.
Yoanna does, doesn't she? and tilted his neck.
"There will be many beautiful children. I'm just a kid who could be a clergy candidate. A child with or who may have an incapacity"
Stannis continued his words.
"Dragon (...) Clan (...) Blend (...) J (...) Ri (...)"
I looked up, as a ghost.
At the end of their gaze, the beautiful children are behaving and reading books in the library where the sun plunges in.
Wow, beautiful.... human separated...
The Dragons all look beautiful. So the dragon tribe mix has many beautiful kids.
"... but that beautiful sibling's brother is different, he's just a human being. My sister... you have a lot of blood."
"Do you see any sign of your fellow countrymen?
"If you're nearby, it's mostly"
"Well, my sister is... as thick as you are. That sibling has a different mother. A father, too. But you can't just leave the two of us growing up as brothers and sisters, can you?
"You mean like a philanthropist, don't you?
Joanna affirmed the ironic words.
"Yeah, it's charity. - The National Church still likes dragon mixing. You can say it's burning. That's why I'm looking for a child of God with strong powers. The dragon tribe has lost a lot of dragon mixing in the last half century because the current chief has shivered humans and forbidden contact. Blood fades... so even orphans like my great-grandfather was a dragon tribe are looking for and collecting... But the Church is not interested in dragon mixing.... if you have extraordinary powers like you do, but if you don't... It's not necessarily something that has a lot of beautiful kids, a whorehouse, or a wealthy guy with a pretty hobby.... Malaya Bayesia was heartbroken about it. That's why I built this facility like a redemption... after the death of my predecessor, although history is shallow."
"Oh, sweet."
Stannis cleverly raised a single eyebrow.
Joanna continues unawares of the tingling air.
"Even hypocrisy would be better than not. If you're from a Malayan orphanage, even if you're incapable of analogy, you can be adopted into a family with a certain identity. Or be empowered to stand on your own. Become an employee of the National Church."
Until Malaya Bayesia created this orphanage, "The Children Who No Longer Need It" was… What Happened?
Given that, don't feel dark.
"Are you frightened?
"Huh?"
Joanna lay her eyes down at me when she suddenly talked to me.
"... don't run away to charity, can you tell me? Running away from my own husband and my son, making a good face just for the stranger kids..., taking care of my sister... even a pathetic adult."
That's not true! and I shook my head, but Stannis looked at Joanna half-eyed.
"You were aware, for once"
Suterney Sue!!
It's a little harsh, I thought, but Joanna bowed her head to us.
"I'm sorry my husband ruined my night club."
"That would not be the sin of Master Yoanna"
"... put Henrik down and ran away, again"
Stannis said something, but he pulled his lips off.
I guess I stopped chasing after him.
... Aunt Yoanna is sweet on top.
To me.
Nice guy, though I love him.
Sometimes I think there's something wrong with Henrik.
Sometimes I wonder if my son looks just like my cheating husband... but maybe not.
I'm so worried, I'm drowning, I even feel like I'm going around empty. When it was, I've seen Henrik go semi-frequent when he got hurt.
"... what do you do with the Count"
I know you've asked too many questions, but I've heard.
"I don't want to break up until Henrik grows up and that guy gives me the title."
"Auntie looks spicy..."
"Not at all. He's the one who's hard. I won't go home, I won't look out for myself, I'll marry a boring woman and she'll be gone... my husband has a family elsewhere... there's no choice."
I thought Stannis was such an angry statement, but he's silent.
"Mother, do you know your daughter above the Count? Now you're leaving the mansion and living alone?"
"No? But yeah. My sisters are... polite, very well done ladies. I only met and talked to him once at some point.... you seem terribly ashamed of your position... even though your children are not guilty."
That's an unexpectedly high rating.
My sister Teresa, the lady was full of herself, though.
Joanna went on.
"Me and my husband didn't work out, but still, I just appreciate being given Henrik"
Stannis looked at Yoanna all the time.
I want to clog it, but I guess I agree there.
"Even for Henrik's sake, I'm going to discuss it with my husband and get a good kick out of it. I'm sorry, Stannis. Trouble with you. I asked my sister.... I can't believe you suspected I was in love with you... Really, it's a good place to make a mistake."
Joanna spins words without power.
I..., I asked the question thoughtfully. It's best to ask the party.
"But you actually talked about my aunt's engagement to Stannis, didn't you?... I thought Zigmund was not a bad edge," he said.
"Yeah, you did. But Stannis shook me, unfortunately."
It didn't seem like it, and my aunt played.
... That's very, very unlikely.
"I'm sorry about your aunt, did she think?
"Yeah, any girl would admire that, wouldn't she? It's so romantic to be the wife of a soldier who draws dragon blood.... Remilia, it's the same thing you admired about Prince Singh. I'm sorry to hear no."
That's crazy.
I chose my words carefully and continued to ask questions under the guise of casual wind.
"So, your aunt didn't refuse, did she? I wonder if my aunt refused. Stannis, you're mean."
Pretending to not notice Stannis peeking at me, I laughed innocently and showed him.
"That's not true! I won't say no. Stannis refused. Hehe, that's sad."
Weird.
That's weird.
Absolutely, that's not true. There's no way Stannis can say no.
- Rude and busy dragon tribe mix.
That's Stannis' assessment from his youth.
Son of a mercenary. Son of a murderer, saved by the Duke of Vaza.
Yet he had a rare physical ability not to be intoxicated by Vaza, not knowing when to betray and flee.
Son of God.
Would we break the opportunity to take him into Vaza with his will?
I dampened my lips.
"... did Stannis have a veto at the time?"
"Huh?"
I stared at Joanna. Ask Stannis next door, keeping his gaze out of the way.
"... Stannis, answer honestly. Did you want to get engaged to Aunt Yoanna?
"... No, ma'am. No, not only with Master Yoanna... I didn't like it with anyone. … can decide the future"
"One more thing, tell me. Stannis, did you officially say no to your engagement?
Stannis thought a little and quietly denied it.
"No. I... you didn't"
"Yeah, that's right.... something that no one can forgive. And Stannis couldn't have defied it. Because..."
For a moment, around, it becomes a sin... I swallowed my spit.
"S (...) ta (...) d (...) to s (...) was (...) neck (...) ring (...) was (...) ah (...)"
In silence, Joanna is mourning her expression.
Stannis was fitted with an abominable curse that could be strangled until he took his life if he defied it.
That's why I didn't have a veto.
"I did not reject it on my aunt, Stannis had no right to reject it. But the engagement is broken."
Bye, maybe.
Zigmund is right.
"The engagement of the two was strongly opposed by His Majesty the First King and Lady Malaya Bayesia, wasn't it? Hate to have dragon blood in Vaza."
The Dragons are special in this country and subject to faith.
The old royal family hated the bleeding of Vaza? So you disagreed?
"I think so... I think so."
Joanna's eyes swam, so I folded.
"His Majesty the King said this, too. If it's my other daughter, it's not just Joanna. How so? If you're single, then my Aunt Anita was single. Why only on Aunt Yoanna?
It feels so puzzling.
"How is Aunt Yoanna for the previous king, Tobe..."
"Remilia!
I turned my eyes round to Joanna, whose voice was rough.
I've never been mad at Aunt Yoanna before. Joanna moved her hand to pretend to pay for something and screamed.
"Amen......! There's no way I know what that man thinks! Please stop prying. It was a long time ago. I don't remember how! Already..............."
I was staring at Yoanna.
Shoulders trembling in anger... no, no. Joanna is frightened. To what, I guess.
I bowed my head.
"I'm sorry, Auntie."
Joanna sat down in her chair and shook her head.
"... I'm sorry. Say it out loud.... I hated His Majesty the previous King because he was horrible. … and today, I don't feel well. Please go home."
Me and Stannis looked at each other.
And, okay, we'll bow our heads once, too.
"... to the Duke, to you, to Henrik, I'm going to apologize. Sorry.... sorry"
Yoanna, who repeatedly apologizes like a child, still looks like she's going down.
Reaching out to see if Stannis is okay, I grab that hand and stand up.
I whined to Stannis about something, but that didn't sound to me.
"… excuse me, Auntie"
To my greeting, Joanna smiled weakly and dropped us off.
... Tell Yoanna something to try and feel sorry for me, I'll leave Olga's apartment behind.
Get in the carriage and I tilt my neck.
"... Aunt Yoanna, I knew it was weird."
……
"Stannis?"
It's rare that Stannis hasn't heard me talking to myself, thinking that our all-purpose squire, sitting next to me in a carriage, looked at me badly.
"I'm sorry, I care about Mr. Yoanna's attitude"
"Yeah...... right"
We rarely went back to Vaza's mansion without chatting.